Page 96 of Princess of Vengeance

“I can’t wait to have your mouth wrapped around my cock again,” Nico says, stroking himself slowly.

“I’m gonna fuck that gorgeous ass of yours,” Atlas adds, and I shudder with another wave of pleasure.

“Yes,” I groan. “All of it. Everything.”

“Gonna fill every hole, stretch every part of you, and make you come until you’re begging us to stop.”

“God, yes,” I cry.

Killian picks up the pace again, and now he’s slamming into me so hard I can’t catch my breath. “We’ll fuck you until you can’t move, can’t think, can’t breathe. Until the only word you can remember is ‘please,’ and the only thing you can think of is how badly you need us inside you. That’s what you need, isn’t it?”

“Yes! Oh god, yes!”

I can feel his cock swell even thicker inside me, and then he’s coming—his hot, thick spurts joining with Atlas’s until I’m so full and needy, ready for my own release.

Killian pulls his cock out and slides his fingers into me, shoving all that cum right back into me and fucking me hard with his hand while his thumb rubs my clit.

I can’t even fucking breathe. My body is so wound up and ready to explode, and Killian is bringing me to the brink over and over, refusing to let me fall until I’m begging and pleading.

“Please,” I whimper. “Please, please.”

“Beg louder,” Killian demands, his voice rough.

“Please, please, please, oh god, please.”

My whole body is trembling and I’m so close to the edge that my vision is starting to blur, but he still won’t give me that last little bit that I need to send me flying.

“Yeah,” he growls, still finger-fucking me so hard and fast that it would be painful if it didn’t feel so fucking good at the same time. “Fuck, I hope all this cum stays inside you until it takes. I wanna see your belly nice and big, pregnant with our baby.”

Of all the dirty, filthy things he’s said to me, he’s never even hinted at wanting to knock me up.

And that’s the extra little push I need.

“Please,” I cry again, and finally, finally, he gives me what I need, pulling his hand away just in time to shove his still-hard cock back inside me.

He pumps his hips once, twice, and that’s all it takes before the wave of pleasure crashes down over me.

Killian fucks me right through it, leaning in to kiss me and drawing it out until I can’t take any more and my knees buckle. He holds me there for what feels like forever but is probably only a few minutes until my vision clears and my legs are strong enough to support my own weight again.

He pulls out and helps me up, then the four of us fix our clothes and get back on our bikes without saying much more. We have to get back to the house, then I have to go back to Malcolm. It’s a reality that none of us want to face, but… it’s still our reality.

Once we’re back at the house, I shower quickly, and then it’s time to say my goodbyes. Nico takes me into his arms and kisses me long and deep, just the way I like it. “Don’t stay gone too long,” he says, and I can feel the emotion rumbling in his chest as much as I can see it in his face.

“I promise I won’t.”

“And just know that we’re going to keep rebuilding the whole time you’re putting this plan into motion. When you finally get away from Malcolm, we’re going to be waiting for you, stronger than ever.”

I believe him, and it’s good to know. Because even though I’m confident we can take out Malcolm, the Dark Lotus Syndicate will still exist after he’s gone.

And I sure as hell can’t afford to be the weakest member.

32

QUINN

Five days have passed,each one worse than the last. Five fucking days of playing house with a monster. Five days of smiling through gritted teeth when I want to scream. Five days of letting Malcolm believe he’s winning me over, inch by excruciating inch.

“You look beautiful today,” he says every goddamn morning, watching me dress like I’m one of his expensive antiques he keeps on display throughout the house.

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